So...
I have/had a friend who lives in Greater London in the UK. While we are both from the Eastern US, we went in different directions (literally!) after college. We were a vanilla item in the past, with her out and me not. Neither of us had much in common at the time both in our personalities and political and professional outlooks. In a way that is increasingly uncommon now, however, we could have big disagreements regarding political and social issues while enjoying coffee and lighter chatter. Weirdly, we stayed in contact for the years after college with her being a contact for me as I went through the (mostly self-inflicted) travails of coming out.
While she went to London to follow someone else, that eventually fell through. She is/was a (part time) sex worker that worked for what they called a "dungeon" in the area. Her name is M. After the events below, over the last couple of years, I have largely lost contact with her.
To condense a lot of noise into a few sentences, when she was alone and just gigging it and I was socially isolated due to a new sexual outlook and physically isolated due to my work, traveling in the empty regions of the Great Plains and Rocky Mountains, we hooked up together several times in furtive hotel rendezvous in major cities that we would both fly into. She, of course, took the lead and I was flattered to learn that she had always crushed on me a bit in university. Through her, I gained a measure of sexual confidence.
We had gotten friendly past just having sex and I felt comfortable enough to ask her about establishing a D/s relationship. To absolutely no one's surprise, my sub tendencies came to the fore since she had taken my hand and taken the lead. For a variety of reasons, mainly because we were friends and I asked in such a clumsy way, it did not work.
Over the course of a couple of years after she was back living in London and I was still in North America, I complained to her about my unsatisfied fantasies. And she encouraged me to "get out there." I was a sad little whinger and just talked and talked and complained.
Finally, apparently she had had enough and almost an entire year after our last encounter, she strongly requested that I stop by her place of work. Or one of them. She wasn't going to be there (!) but she wanted me to meet "someone." I had never been to England at that point. If I was really interested in kink, I should go, but the ball was in my court.
In perhaps one of the most daring moves of my life, I resolved to do this. I flew over and we spent three days together before she left for Germany. I never saw any place she worked actually with her. On the last night together, she told me she had made arrangements for me to go to her primary work location - a professional "dungeon."
OK, then. Deep breath. I paced around the hotel and finally worked up the nerve to do it despite being almost sick with anxiety over it.
I drove to this commercial area near one of the airports. I looked a bit foolish (so I thought) in my "job interview" clothes. In fact, I remember being in a pencil skirt, blouse and comfy shoulder cover. Hardly vamp!
I found myself talking to an older woman in an office, almost like a waiting room. Very Spartan. Happily, we were alone and, after a couple of questions, she asked me to wait in a room just off from there. I went into a room with a sofa, some soft chairs, and a sink. Dimly lit. She closes the door behind me. I see that there is another door on the other side of the room. And I waited...
After I straightened myself in the mirror a couple of times, I wondered what was going on. I was feeling (of course) nervous but also excited and nothing had been (yet) off-putting to me. I made myself comfortable on the sofa and was keeping my hands busy with my phone as I tend to do.
There's a little rap on the door and it opens slightly. A very cute and very bleached tosseled head pops into view, all smiles.
"You are ___, yes?"
"Yes."
"You're a tad tardy, you know."
"No, I'm not. Are you...?"
I don't remember what I was going to ask at this point. But she just laughed and said, "No, not me. I am not your match tonight."
She comes farther into the room, and I can see she is just an itty-bitty thing, shorter than me even. I remember being disappointed. Then I see she is holding a leash in her hand and is pulling on something.
With a squeaky voice and that wonderful "proper" accent, she says something like, "Come now, in here please. This will be something that you enjoy."
Into view comes a tall woman, far over my height. Dark hair. And quite muscular. The leash was fastened with a clip to the front of a collar. Her arms are pulled behind her with what I now know is an armbinder. I remember it wasn't the forearm-to-forearm variety, which are kind of forgiving, but instead the arm-to-arm variety that pulled her shoulders back harshly. Of course, for my benefit, this thrust out her very ample breasts.
Around her head was one of the most positively involved harness ball gags I have seen. Again, it was on tight, with the big white ball thrust deep into her mouth. (This contrasted quite nicely with her bright red lipstick and pale skin and I remember rather stupidly wondering about her lip liner brand.) I remember being struck by the sight of this little toe-headed pixie in comfortable flats leading the taller, sporty woman tottering in two-inch heals.
In the next instant I noticed that she had been striped pretty severely with a cane or similar. All over her body from the look of it, with particular attention to her chest and, as I would see later, her butt. Raised lines, a couple of welts.
I was breathless. Speechless. She was a white woman, looked quite athletic, particularly next to the girl who brought her in. And older, maybe 30? Other than her really strict collar, gag, and armbinder, she was naked. I recall thinking that she could have broke the smaller woman over her knee. But she was absolutely helpless and that dynamic supercharged the scene for me.
My eyes were wide, but I remember the bound woman had a very resigned look on her face.
"Cunny Bunny has had a very long evening, and we believe she deserves a respite. And that's where you come in, ___!"
I did surprisingly little. She was led over to me. Gracious, it was so interesting to see this dinky thing leading this much stronger and taller woman. At this point, I remember seeing one other woman look into the room from the inside chamber. An Asian Indian lady, attractive in the way you are, wearing what I guess what you would call a body hugging long dress. Like an ao dai. And there was another woman behind her. So, I believe the three of them had been working on her.
Anyways, the little woman waved the other two back. They pulled the door shut behind them.
And then she asked if I would enjoy some "face time" from "Miss Cunny Bunny." I hesitated. I guess it was noticeable because she followed up with, "Believe me, this will be a break for her. You are very kind."
I indicated yes with my actions. The small woman pulled her slave down by the leash into a squat. Stepping behind the slut, the little domme type gingerly went through the remarkable process of taking off this gag monstrosity, before sitting down next to me.
